Remembering a week, a man

I find my brain is stiff, my heart sore and my fingers hold the pen awkwardly. Forgive me if I do not make sense, excuse my lack of clarity, for all I am capable of is cataloging the past week where too much occurred, hoping that a list of verbs will help me to decipher and translate all that happened.

2 responses to “Remembering a week, a man”

Oh, Rachael. I don’t know what to say. There is something about this song that penetrates. I’m glad you’ve made use of it. I know your writing will help as you patiently wait for this pain to dull. Take care, Denise

What a devastating week — I’m so sorry to hear this news, sorry for this sudden grief. Thanks for the song and the beautiful pictures. Wishing peace and comfort — and any other sustaining nouns — to you, your family, and James’s family and friends.